Stanley Dance is on a hot streak. After all these years, is his bad luck finally balancing out? Or has he just found a new way of looking at rock bottom?
Like some old black and white movie, Slots has all the back room barroom ambiance right before the chaos ensues. This dumb palooka doesn't know when to git when the gittin's good. The fall will be spectacular, but I'm worried about the collateral damage. Read Full Review